My Feet Are Freezing and Time Has Shown Itself

You are ever the tide that tickles my toes, leaving sandy sparkles in my hair ... like mica, You are the rhythm of days that steals my tears ... You are angry waves that wash the film of sorrow clinging to my soul far on out to sea to mingle and rest among the easy colours of we ... You are my small box of tomorrows wrapped in background music of sea scents and thoughts incomplete ... You own my nakedness in dayshine and moonlight, my soul silhouetted next to yours, blanketed in strands of thinning illusion ... You are evermore sun stars in my peripheral, tiptoeing crystals on breaking crests that beg your name ‘til time runs out again ...